The night was never dark, not truly, not with the stars stitched so finely across its expanse. In the Starlit age, they looked up and read the cosmos not as a map but as a promise, each constellation a story of what might be.
Starlit — The stars were guides, their light a lingering touch, their presence a comfort and a call to wonder.
⸱ In the glittering night sky, they found hope, each star a beacon, a light that drew them towards the limitless possibilities of the universe ⸱
© tomarowsky